Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Macedonia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Piero Umiliani to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Brass Construction,
Soul II Soul,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Residents,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dead Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lee Hazlewood,
DJ Style,
Flipper,
Warren Ellis,
Motorama,
Trumans Water,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Freddie Wadling,
Colin Newman,
FM Einheit,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Skatalites,
Black Moon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Infiniti,
Rufus Thomas,
Johnny Clarke,
Ohio Players,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Sound,
Kayak,
Popol Vuh,
A Certain Ratio,
Scion,
Qualms,
Tubeway Army,
Ice-T,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sister Nancy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deakin,
Lucky Dragons,
Altered Images,
Kurtis Blow,
Can,
David McCallum,
Negative Approach,
The Moleskins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Godley & Creme,
Television Personalities,
The Flesh Eaters,
Amon Düül,
Niagra,
The Motions,
John Cale,
Q and Not U,
Jacques Brel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Johnny Osbourne,
This Heat,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.